Month: February 2013

I remember some weird dream where Charlie* was a kid and maybe it was on a home video, but I kept trying to do the math in my head – I was pretty sure he was around the same age as me.

It was at some birthday party and he was with a group of kids playing around a round table and running around it. I think the table was pale yellow. Charlie had some kind of sore above his left eye.

I remember others there my age were asking me to look up stuff on my cell phone. I first used someone else’s cell phone and it was a really thick one with a small screen. I switched to my current one.

I woke up, realized I was half nude as if it was during the summer and decided to not wear clothes to bed, but for some reason I kept feeling like someone should have been sleeping on my right.

I got up and tried to turn on the light…next to my closet, not where the actual light switch actually is. I found that my dad had installed one of those motion sensors to make it easier for me, but the lights never came on.

I noticed different colored lights shining on my front door and knew someone was watching TV or using my laptop, so I closed my bedroom door and groggily looked for a shirt. I turned on my lamp and realized my bed was against the east wall instead of the south wall. I also kept finding Victoria Secret panties. I kept wondering how I could have had help moving my bed and went shopping at Victoria Secret within the last 24 hours and forgot about it. Then, I realized I was dreaming.

I woke up and went to the bathroom like I normally do. The light switch was in the wrong place. I was like, “Seriously? I’m STILL dreaming?”

I remember being part of a group that traveled to some city for a convention. There was a scene where I was in the audience in an arena and basketball players and other performers were dancing neat choreographed dances.

Later that night, a Facebook friend that was friends with a friend in high school asked me why I wasn’t going to the bar with them. She said it was a tradition to go drinking on the convention trips. I wanted to stay at the arena because it seemed like more fun than going to a bar and getting sick from alcohol with people (women) I barely know.

In another dream, I remember a scene about going up a steep slippery hill/ramp with other convention goers. There was some pop/Latino music playing and I found out that dancing to it made it easy to get up the ramp.

In another dream, I was in a gym or some other big room with booths around the walls. It looked a little like a job fair. I remember shaking booth people’s hands. There were freebies on the tables and one freebie was foundation/concealer combo makeup. I told a nearby friend that I’m lucky I’m pale because I can match a lot of this free stuff, but the makeup ended up being one shade too light.

One of the booths was for Title Boxing Club. I was like, “Oh, yeah! That’s the place that’s in the old Border’s bookstore building!” People looked at me weird and I tried to explain one more time, but gave up. This place, however, was located in another state.

In another dream, I was going through a bucket of things looking for things about Charlie* for some reason. I remember finding two gold coins/tokens with a location that started with an “N” on them. One was bent.

Some older female (only maybe by 5 years) was explaining something about the first movie. I remember the main character of the first movie “floating” (or falling, depending on how you look at it), dead, and he was burnt, but strangely had scratches on his face.

I don’t remember the plot, but later on, I remember asking, “So this is like, a hologram?” She said yes and walked behind me to the other side of the room and turned it off.

There was a “wing” structure in front of me, but other than that, we were in a beige(?) room that had walls that had concave curves. I was disappointed. I wanted to continue playing with the technology.

I remember living in and going to school in another city that I don’t remember being in in waking life.

I remember the campus had a bunch of old tower buildings made of stone and looked like old late 19th-century churches. I think I lived in one

There was a scene where I was walking into one of the buildings from a side/back door and I remember looking back behind me and it was a beautiful open courtyard with buildings surround it. There was about an inch of snow on the grass and there was a tall tree to my left.

Later, inside, I remember there was a large room and one side was a large wall of old windows looking out over the courtyard. It was an art classroom and a bunch of wooden desks were put together to make one large table. David* was there. He asked me some questions, but I don’t remember what they were.

Another time in the dream, I was trying to find a ride from a shopping center/movie theater (like the Lennox) back to campus. I had no car and depended on local public transportation, but the movie theater was outside of the city and the buses/trains that went out there stopped at 7 p.m. I remember that the highway behind the shopping center was elevated and so close to the center that it looked like it overlapped the buildings.

I woke up and went back to sleep and dreamed a minute of being on a train (above ground) on my way to class/work. There were passengers and one was reading the newspaper. I remember the light coming in was that nice “glossy” light from a snowy day. It was pretty.

* Name has been changed

In another dream, I lived with my parents in their house and they also had some Somali tenant there and he would walk into the restroom when I was using the toilet because he really needed to go.

I was like, “but I’m using the toilet right now, please leave.”

He left, but he didn’t close the door all the way.

I was about to leave the restroom when I noticed outside the window (which was lower and had decorative bars), there was a stray gray cat. I pet it for a short while and then a calico kitten came by and I made a big deal about how adorable it was and how I can maybe try to keep it. I felt bad because I didn’t treat the older cat that way 🙁

What’s worse was that the Somali guy was back in the doorway because he had to pee and I was keeping him from doing so.

I went into the other room and found one of my musical keyboards split in half and in the dirty dishes in the sink. (The broken keyboard was also in the “Thou Shall Not Steal” dream as an item being stolen.) I took it out, frustrated that my dad “keeps breaking it in half” and there was also a white cup of some sort that was covered in a tomato sauce. I was able to clean part of it, but I had to leave to go to class.

Note: After looking around, the “city” and “school” looks a lot like the University of Toronto. I probably drove by it when I visited in 2011.